Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.